<p>We went rogue–no popcorn selling:) More fun things to do! Miss the cubs!</p>
<p>I don’t miss reading Clifford the Big Red Dog every single night for months. </p>
<p>I also don’t miss the Barney song, which stuck in my head for years after.</p>
<p>I wonder if I had been able to take more time for myself so I might have gotten more rest & not have been exhausted and stressed, that I would have a relationship with my oldest now.
It’s hard to believe that she used to tell me how much she admired me.</p>
<p>I don’t miss homework!!</p>
<p>toilet training…</p>
<p>Buying tons and tons of gift wrap for ourselves for their elementary school fundraiser, to avoid having to go door-to-door with the kids and sell to the neighbors. They’re 29 and 24 years old, and I still have lots of it left.</p>
<p>ETA: Everytime this thread reappears, I remember something else. I really didn’t do well during those years.</p>
<p>What a great thread! So many of these resonate with me. I don’t know if anyone else has mentioned it, but I don’t miss being responsible for making sure my kids spent sufficient time with their grandparents, which in our case meant that school breaks and you should pardon the expression “vacations” were spent either visiting them or hosting them. I don’t miss making sure that we spent a fair/equal number of days with each side of the family. I don’t miss having to explain my decisions regarding religious upbringing, bedtimes, discipline, nutrition, etc. to family members. (Friends never asked for explanations - must be why they were friends. :D)</p>
<p>I also don’t miss “Little House on the Prairie” one teeny bit.</p>
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<p>It’s so hard not to blame ourselves when things go wrong with our kids. I’m sure you were only as exhausted and stressed as most moms. Try not to beat yourself up. </p>
<p>I can’t wait to read a new thread when you D comes around and things start to mend!!! </p>
<p>It WILL happen. I feel it in my gut and I have a very dependable gut. :)</p>
<p>LasMa, too funny. I actually do miss the Barney song. The Barney Banjo that plays the song is the one toy from long ago that I cannot bear to part with. That song will forever be etched in my memory.</p>
<p>I don’t miss S1 teasing S2 about his love of Barney. S1 is 3 years older and Barney became big once he was past the preschool years. S2 loved Barney and was adorably appreciative every time he got another bit of Barney paraphenalia. S2’s love of Barney is among my fondest memories.</p>
<p>The Barney clean-up song came in very handy in other situations. I don’t miss the earworm Shari Lewis “Song that never ends”. AAAAArrrgggghhh! Also don’t miss having to try to wake older s up in the morning. Completely impossible, even with an airhorn. Tried to pay younger son to do it (when DH was out of town).Younger s quit after 1 day.</p>
<p>I had forgotten The Song That Never Ends. It never does…</p>
<p>The year round sports club starting when she was 9 years old. Twice a week, until it was every day and then twice a day in summer and by the time she was in high school it was 4am practice and 4pm practice with homework still to do when she got home.
The volunteering needed for a sports club, the officiating, Fund Raising. UGH, Thank God that is only a memory now.
I will say it taught her dedication and time management skills.</p>
<p>The mind numbing routines of working parents. Trying, unsuccessfully, to make a variety of wholesome dinners from scratch so we could have dinner together each night. We knew we’d failed on the variety part when we discovered the taco mix packets I kept buying at the store, hidden in son’s underwear drawer. Lol! Hustling to sports practices and games. Grocery shopping. Laundry–mountains of it. Poison oak. Homework. Reading logs. Friday folders. And yes, the elementary school homework assignments that no one could figure out. It all worked out…somehow!</p>
<p>Being one of the only parents who didn’t step in and completely DO my D’s projects for her. Seeing the other kids slick and fabulous products but knowing that I was doing the right thing.</p>
<p>^^I got so disgusted with the requirements I “helped” a lot, but not too worry, mine were never either slick or fabulous!!</p>
<p>JNRMom, I couldn’t agree with you more. My children were and are wonderful, and I had full-time help and a husband who worked only ten minutes away from home, but I had an almost-two-hour commute (one way) and a very intense job during those years. The constant stress was horrible.</p>
<p>I remember helping S2 with his Spanish homework while I was on a week-long business trip in Akron. And I don’t even speak Spanish.</p>
<p>WHY did someone have to mention “the song that never ends”? Now it’s stuck in my head. Again.</p>
<p>^ Sorry , gouf :o</p>
<p>Re: helping w/school projects ~ Seemed like most projects couldn’t be completed (not age appropriate) by the child. It left me wondering - Is the teacher competent? - Is she trying to “challenge” them, and I’m just not “getting it” - Is it just a big farce to satisfy the parents so they can be proud of their brilliant children we have done these brilliant projects, wink wink.</p>
<p>What I was going to say originally ~ I do not miss, for very young children, is protecting them from common sense dangers.</p>